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The Song of Achilles past Madeline Miller
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"I could recognize him by touch alone, by olfactory property; I would know him blind, by the mode his breaths came and his anxiety struck the globe. I would know him in death, at the end of the globe."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"And mayhap it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when some other is gone."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason'south children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the autumn from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forrard.
"I can't."
"I know. They never permit you be famous AND happy." He lifted an countenance. "I'll tell you a clandestine."
"Tell me." I loved information technology when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held information technology to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear information technology."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high colour of his cheeks, the flame in his optics.
"I swear information technology," he echoed.
We sabbatum like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could consume the world raw."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands run across, and low-cal spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"We were similar gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see naught else but the other."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"I volition never leave him. It volition be this, always, for equally long as he will allow me.
If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would accept. Only at that place were none that seemed big plenty for information technology, to hold that swelling truth.
As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did non need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
"Patroclus," he said. He was always amend with words than I."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"I accept done it," she says. At get-go I do non empathize. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And abreast it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Become," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their easily see, and lite spills in a inundation like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the lord's day."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"That is — your friend?"
"Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"There are no bargains between panthera leo and men. I will impale you and eat you raw."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"Achilles was looking at me. "Your hair never quite lies flat, hither." He touched my head, merely behind my ear. "I don't think I've e'er told y'all how I similar it."

My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. "You haven't," I said.

"I should have." His mitt drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. "What well-nigh this? Take I told you what I think of this, just here?"

"No," I said.

"This surely then." His paw moved beyond the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed below it. "Have I told you of this?"

"That you have told me." My breath caught a little every bit I spoke.

"And what of this?" His manus lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. "Have I spoken of it?"

"You take."

"And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this." His cat'southward smile. "Tell me I did not."

"Y'all did not."

"There is this too." His hand was ceaseless now. "I know I have told you of this."

I closed my eyes. "Tell me again," I said."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You tin employ a spear every bit a walking stick, but that will not alter its nature."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"This, I say. This and this. The style his pilus looked in summer dominicus. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn equally an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forrard."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"Odysseus inclines his caput. "Truthful. But fame is a strange matter. Some men proceeds celebrity after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who volition survive the holocaust of retentiveness. Who knows?" He smiles. "Possibly one twenty-four hour period even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"I will never leave him. It volition be this, ever, for as long as he will let me."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No homo is worth more than another, wherever he is from."

"But what if he is your friend?" Achilles had asked him, feet kicked upwards on the wall of the rose-quartz cave. "Or your brother? Should you care for him the aforementioned as a stranger?"

"You enquire a question that philosophers fence over," Chiron had said. "He is worth more to you, mayhap. But the stranger is someone else'south friend and brother. So which life is more important?"

We had been silent. We were xiv, and these things were too hard for us. At present that we are twenty-seven, they still feel besides hard.

He is one-half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I accept saved Briseis. I cannot salvage them all.

I know, at present, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever y'all choose, y'all are wrong."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"Achilles' eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. "I wish he had let yous all dice."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"There is no police force that gods must be off-white, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Practise you think?"
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"I constitute myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my caput. My tongue ran away from me, lightheaded with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fright that I spoke besides much. I did non accept to worry that I was too slender, or likewise slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to cleave wood. I could feel every nervus in my torso, every brush of air against my pare."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"There was more to say, merely for in one case we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

"I will go," he said. "I will go to Troy."
The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his optics. There was not a line anywhere on his face, naught creased or graying; all well-baked. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drinkable his blood, and grow young again.
He was watching me, his optics as deep every bit globe.
"Will you come up with me?" he asked.
The never-catastrophe ache of beloved and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and fabricated him face his choice alone. Merely not in this 1. He would canvass to Troy and I would follow, even into death. "Yes," I whipsered. "Yep."
Relief broke in his face, and he reached for me. I let him hold me, let him printing us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us.
Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. Nosotros lay stricken and sleepless every bit the hours passed."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"We are all there, goddess and mortal and the male child who was both."
― Madeline Miller, The Vocal of Achilles

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